Tell me why I go to the dollar store for nail polish remover and a ghetto black dude trys to hit on me in the parking lot, then he gets in line behind me with a dousche bag literally and that is his only purchase.
Smoked a bowl on a rollercoaster. Literally ON. Beat that.
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I don't think he knows what shame means anymore. He gave some bar slut his sisters Tiffanys necklace, in exchange for anal.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
I just saw a herd of slutty loofahs run down the street...
I owe you cheese. The drunk munchies don't acknowledge food ownership.
Ok so you know that's gonna be legally viewed as kidnapping, right?
I'd cum for enchiladas.
He snapchatted me the wine on the ceiling this morning
Is it bad form to spend company money and place an ad in the paper because I wanna nail the sales girl?
I'm a full-grown woman and thusly I expect my sphincters to behave themselves.
At one point of the night i was standing at the bar and 3 of them had their hands down my pants, they were like thumb wrestling for it.
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
I fucked his roommate. And that roommate's best friend. And my roommate. And my roommate's old roommate.
i'm bowing down, but slow your roll.
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